i've been thinking lately. i feel dry. i don't feel God in my life. i think its just me but i don't really know. i do know he is with me even though i don't ask him to be there and that he is holding me in the palm of his hand.
if he would carry the weight of the world on his shoulders, surely he will carry you.

I've thought about people i used to know who have passed away and people are getting old. the burning question was where will you go when you walk through the door called death? my answer? well, i know that when i walk through, Jesus will meet me on the other side.

the thoughts i end this entry with are as follows.
What does life mean to you?
How do you live each day?
do you savour each moment?
take things that happen as they come?
think ahead?
look back and reflect?

Ren